One strum of the Honey Dipper transports you back 80 years to a hobo jungle just off the tracks, where wandering workers congregate in camaraderie and where the comforting and captivating strains of a real all-metal resonator guitar waft through the smoke of oil-drum fires and enchant the ears with a sound like raindrops beating on a rusty pump house roof. The very sound and look of this fine Gretsch creation will make you want to free yourself of the damning confines of your office, your cubicle or whatever it is that enslaves you and hop the next train to anywhere with a smile on your face as big as the sky and a song in your heart.